Love, strong as Death, is dead.

爱，曾如死亡般强大，死去了

Come, let us make his bed

来，让我们一起在残花丛中

Among the dying flowers:

安置他的墓床：

A green turf at his head;

他的头边是绿色的草地

And a stone at his feet,

他的脚旁放一块顽石，

Whereon we may sit

我们可以在安静的夜晚

In the quiet evening hours.

一起坐在上面。

He was born in the Spring,

他在春天降生，

And died before the harvesting:

死在收获之前：

On the last warm summer day

在最后一个温暖的夏日

He left us; he would not stay

他离开了我们；他不愿意等待

For Autumn twilight cold and grey.

秋天那寒冷灰暗的黄昏。

Sit we by his grave, and sing

我们坐在他的坟墓旁，歌唱

He is gone away.

他的远去。

To few chords and sad and low

伴着不多的几个低沉的和弦

Sing we so:

我们唱出这样的词句：

Be our eyes fixed on the grass

让我们注视着草地上

Shadow-veiled as the years pass

随时光变换的云影面纱

While we think of all that was

在心中想念着

In the long ago

那一去不返的往昔岁月。